Here it is, the sky, such a cloudless, clear sky. How bitter it is to see him for the last time... This fading blue sky...
who am I? A man whose whole life has passed behind his shoulders...
and what do people think about when they die? Probably about who they were?.. What good has been done, what bad... Am I a good person? Probably bad... And what have I ever done in this life? Here I am lying on my deathbed and looking at this disappearing sky outside the window... The earth is falling away from under my feet, and I remember my life.. What was important in my life at all??! I'm nobody!! And there's no way to call me... Just the soul behind the shell of the body. How bitter and scary... Who will I stand before God? How? What am I going to tell him? That I have spent my whole life in mortal sins and have done nothing good? And why?.. What excuses can I offer Him?.. It must be strange to think about it before death, before the most terrible thing that can be in our small insignificant life.
And now it flashes before my eyes: The first breath of air, the first words